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on the subject of being real...

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Greenlighter
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I can always tell when you're around your friends
When the phoniness begins and the loving ends
It's sad to see you inflate your esteem
Cause that failed attempt is still less than i see
You shrink and shrivel like a slug under salt
And I try to convince myself that it isn't my fault
Is there something about me, a quirk you can't stand?
Is it the knowledge and truth of once losing my hand?
What makes you retreat to your place on the beach
Is it the uneasyness you feel from what others might think?
Floating in the space that lies behind your brows
Swimming in a pool of apprehension and doubts
You close the door and lock yourself inside
Hiding your soul from all the faces of pride
Choosing what to say in the least harmful of ways
You leave who you believe for someone elses sake
Like an old video tape that works half the time
I try to watch you again but you just won't rewind
Like an eraser on a pen you won't ever find
Or making amends for two very broken lives
I keep losing my mind to these infallible blues
Forcing my thoughts through a filter of truth
Your disdain and love for me is a clever paradox
An insane duology that I’ll forever mock
What's real in my brain is a place for us to lay
Set in the month of May, a picture I can't escape
Of you and me with filled glasses of lemonade
Sharing a swing in a nation of shade
No matter who we are or who we become
Let's promise ourselves to be as real as they come
 
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